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Aimé Laurent (tigersatthegate) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-09-26 07:40:00

Entry tags:

aime_laurent, augustin_laurent, plot

Aimé Laurent: The Funeral.
Subject: The Funeral.
Who: Aimé Laurent
Where: The Embassy Chaple.
Warnings:None
Open to: Everyone

Fittingly it was a cold day. The air was crisp, and the sky cloudy and the coffin the best that they could afford. The body should have been entombed in France, in the family plot, but at least there was a little comfort to be taken in the form of the Catholic ceremony. His father would have been proud of that, although it would cost dearly one day the sacrfice was worth making.

Aimé was numb. He knew there were things he should be feeling, thinking but he couldn’t begin to comprehend that tomorrow he would get up and his father wouldn’t be there. It had been a week already but with the arangments for the funeral he had been distant from his emotions, preocupied with organising.

Tomorrow. There would be so much to do tomorrow. To think about. But not now, now he had to show a united front with Antoine, greet those who had come to pay their last respects and put off grieving for another day.

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theotherlaurent
2008-09-28 03:07 pm UTC (link)

Augustin had entered the chapel but stayed in the shadows. He didn't relish a confrontation in here or during the service, but he did have a right to be there and wanted to say good-bye to their father as much as Aimé or Antoine. He pulled his over coat around him, the day a cool one, chilly even inside.

He kept his head down as he kept sight of the coffin. It had been increasingly hard to maintain his composure, especially within the Embassy. His talks with the Ambassador had done nothing to help that either. He was caught between a rock and hard place, between wanting to .do what was right in his heart and do whatever it took protect his family

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	tigersatthegate 2008-09-30 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	Aimé glanced around the chapel, trying to work out who he knew and who he did not. He was suprised by the number of people who he couldn't name, or whom he knew only by sight. His father appeared to have been a very popular man. He wondered if Augustin, wherever he was, knew of their father's death or if he even cared. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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